Siheyuan: I Won the Lottery for the Slaughterhouse Recruitment

Dressed as a poor boy from a courtyard in the 1960s, the neighbors in the courtyard were all trying to steal his iron rice bowl from the slaughterhouse, but it happened to hit the threshold of my house. The drunkard father has no hope, and the hungry and thin sister is still waiting for hot soup on the kang. I'll take this job.